
Read "White Oleander" by Janet Fitch if you get the chance. . this is a poem about Astrid; her mother's creation and very destruction. R&R please.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Angst - Words: 84 - Reviews: 3 - Published: 09-06-05 - id: 2002028
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"Strong shoulders
Sharp blades
Zipper trailing down the spine to the
Base
Of the column
Face covered by a darkened veil
Strands of wasted ivory
Pinstripe sheets dingy with time;
A photographer's dream.
Underneath, tattooed flesh
Pain inked into every square inch of the
Flawless
Moon-white skin stretching over once broken
Bones and tender muscles
Porcelain hands that have
Reached
An understanding with the body;
Ingrid's creation.
Perhaps there is a
White Oleander
Tucked behind your ear, Astrid."
8/29/2005
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